Alone Away

The night is liquid black glass

A slow enclosing oozy silence.

Midnight crushes the soul in its

Crystal hard grip.

Only the night guards’ boots kick splinters

In a lonely silent night.

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A hole in the night

The wind whispered through the window

A name – your name.

A stealthy silent monologue in a prison cell.

The wind calling to the thrush

Long before dawn can come with its song.

**

J J Puthucheary, 23 October 1958